Wayfaring Stranger -

I’m a poor wayfarin' stranger,

While travelin' through this world woe.

There is no sickness, toil, nor danger,

In that bright land to which I go.

I’m goin' there to see my father.

I’m going there, no more to roam

I am just goin' over Jordan.

I am just goin' over home.

I know dark clouds will gather 'round me,

I know my path is rough and steep.

But glorious fields layout before me.

Where God’s redeemed, no more will weep.

I’m goin' there to see my mother.

She said she’d meet me when I come.

I am just goin' over Jordan.

I am just goin' over home.

This would is not my home.

I am just passing through.

My treasure are laid out, somewhere beyond the blue.

The angels beg on me from heaven’s open door.

And I cannot feel at home in this world anymore.

I’ll soon be free from every trial

This form will rest beneath the sun

I’ll drop the cross of self-denial

And enter in that home with God

I’m going home to see my savior.

Who shred for me his precious blood.

I am just going over Jordan.

I am just going over home.